What i know. well of course, i know many things. who doesn't? But what many people don't know is how to be cut or jumped into a gang and out of one. interesting right? here's how everything happened. . It was a thursday morning. 2009 . my friend took me to an alley at school in the middle of two messed up buildings, the dirt was soft almost like sand. the dirt picked up rapidly as if of a curse with the freezing wind that brushed through the thin air. he suddenly asked if i wanted to be in the montalvo gang. i said yes thinking that it would only be only us kids at school where everyone would have their backs and stuff, and when we would get older. It would all fade away like it never happened .
That day after school, i was taken into an alley by the apartments in my neighborhood. these bricks that were painted on with spray cans . it was beautiful art. i had never been there. it did not have anything bad. they were just named. i was struck as if with a steel chair. I was jumped into the gang. I did not know what was going on. i was feeling the blows to my ribs as a little kid. the kicks once i was in the floor. all the jobs that were placed roughly all over my body. i was small. i had no idea what was going on. 13 seconds passed. why 13? M is the 13th letter of the alphabet. my city is Montalvo. the gang was originally called Montalvo Mafia. everyone stopped the deadly punches and picked me up. they took me to their house and said that i was a gang member now. they iced me and took me to the hospital to be 100% sure i was okay without anything broken. i remember driving on the bumpy road to this place where my dad worked praying that he won't see me all beat up. fortunately, i was fine and all the blue and purple marks that seemed tattooed on my body for weeks started to fade away when the ice was placed on my young skin.
Little did i know that i was going to be sent out on a mission. The mission just like my friends was find mexican kids that lived in poverty and despair. soon, most guys in two classes where part of a gang that has just been out of a gang war with three cities. these raggedy kids with baggy clothes now represented a gang at a very young age. brown street kids were officially affiliated into a gang. Montalvo’s enemies are all latin street gangs. the neighborhood is beautiful if you see all the white people that stay around here. once you start to see the next generation, you notice that it's the opposite. the new generations girls are in drugs, the gang, tattooed, and pregnant or on their second baby. as well as the guys. the guys are in the gang, tattooed, stabbed, shot, have a baby, are in drugs, or are underground. simple. what people don't know is that a gang is not what society marks it as, it's not as dangerous as parents tell their kids. parents now are scared with past generations of gangs that they don't want their kids in it. a gang is a family. they have your back, they're their for you. they ride for you no matter what. society has killed the true meaning of it.
now, it's what is happening now.
i have never told any of this to anyone . im 14. it's december 2015 and i'm about to be with this girl for a year. we've had rough times . but were still together. she cares about me a lot and i have officially dropped out of the gang but still respect it and believe in it. like every gang in the world, they were mad and i needed to be jumped out. i was okay with it for some reason so that i won't have to be doing all the things that i used to do. i suffered a very severe beating. this happened on september 27th. my brothers birthday this year was unforgettable on so many different ways. it was bad because i suffered a beating . i still have a couple bruises but can rarely feel them. the good thing was that i didn't lose any friendships. they treated me the same way they all did before even though i was not part of the gang anymore . they treated me with aa lot of respect and also respected my decision / choice. they took me to toys r us so i can buy a couple things for my brother. it was about seven at night when it happened. it was chilly and pretty scary. i had been hit in the head by accident and couldn't think straight . i had it in my head that we were probably gonna get shot at or something. a gang of kids at night walking around the neighborhood might seem quite sketchy to most people in other gangs for some reason. they helped me with my brothers gifts, the wrapping, and the bag they were all placed in. we bought him multiple packs of pokemon cards, an xbox 360 game, and various packs of halo mega bloks. my girlfriend was at my house that day as well but my phone had been off the whole time so i didn't receive any of her messages nor my moms. i opened this fancy door with designs all over it carved beautifully in with love and care. as if hand made almost by a professional sculptor. the mirror on it glanced back at us and we were able to see the whole young gang waiting at the door. there's a type of paper that blocks the sight in or out of the house stuck on their by mr grandma. we knocked rouphly at the door and scream to open up the door claiming we were the colice. it was dark so no one knew that it was us until they oppened the door. i had been reacting positively by now and i was 80% okay. i handed the presents to my brother and he hugged all of us with such a big smile on his face. he had been begging for it for months without stop. he did not even know half the people he hugged but he was excited. we all built the legos together. mostly everyone their is “scary” according to most people in the world. they all ended up leaving late at night and they talked to me with so much respect as they left it sent goosebumps down my bruised spine. they told me they knew the reason i had dropped out of the gang. they said it would be fine if i still did anything with them that i used to do before. i agreed to the proposal with fright because i did not want to keep getting in trouble like i did before. i have had no problems with any of the people that have showed me respect and care for the past decade. yes, this started all off at 09’ but i have known these kids for over 10 years. they are all my family. i've known them longer than i've known my brother and sister that are younger than me. i've spent more time with them than with the majority of my cousins perhaps. a school year is around 180 days . i've known them for 10 years. 1800 days i have been with them at school plus the hundreds of times out if school. they are my family no matter what and i have never lost one bit of respect for them as who they are and i hope they havent done the same.
That day after school, i was taken into an alley by the apartments in my neighborhood. these bricks that were painted on with spray cans . it was beautiful art. i had never been there. it did not have anything bad. they were just named. i was struck as if with a steel chair. I was jumped into the gang. I did not know what was going on. i was feeling the blows to my ribs as a little kid. the kicks once i was in the floor. all the jobs that were placed roughly all over my body. i was small. i had no idea what was going on. 13 seconds passed. why 13? M is the 13th letter of the alphabet. my city is Montalvo. the gang was originally called Montalvo Mafia. everyone stopped the deadly punches and picked me up. they took me to their house and said that i was a gang member now. they iced me and took me to the hospital to be 100% sure i was okay without anything broken. i remember driving on the bumpy road to this place where my dad worked praying that he won't see me all beat up. fortunately, i was fine and all the blue and purple marks that seemed tattooed on my body for weeks started to fade away when the ice was placed on my young skin.
Little did i know that i was going to be sent out on a mission. The mission just like my friends was find mexican kids that lived in poverty and despair. soon, most guys in two classes where part of a gang that has just been out of a gang war with three cities. these raggedy kids with baggy clothes now represented a gang at a very young age. brown street kids were officially affiliated into a gang. Montalvo’s enemies are all latin street gangs. the neighborhood is beautiful if you see all the white people that stay around here. once you start to see the next generation, you notice that it's the opposite. the new generations girls are in drugs, the gang, tattooed, and pregnant or on their second baby. as well as the guys. the guys are in the gang, tattooed, stabbed, shot, have a baby, are in drugs, or are underground. simple. what people don't know is that a gang is not what society marks it as, it's not as dangerous as parents tell their kids. parents now are scared with past generations of gangs that they don't want their kids in it. a gang is a family. they have your back, they're their for you. they ride for you no matter what. society has killed the true meaning of it.
now, it's what is happening now.
i have never told any of this to anyone .
im 14. it's december 2015 and i'm about to be with this girl for a year. we've had rough times . but were still together. she cares about me a lot and i have officially dropped out of the gang but still respect it and believe in it. like every gang in the world, they were mad and i needed to be jumped out. i was okay with it for some reason so that i won't have to be doing all the things that i used to do. i suffered a very severe beating. this happened on september 27th. my brothers birthday this year was unforgettable on so many different ways. it was bad because i suffered a beating . i still have a couple bruises but can rarely feel them. the good thing was that i didn't lose any friendships. they treated me the same way they all did before even though i was not part of the gang anymore . they treated me with aa lot of respect and also respected my decision / choice. they took me to toys r us so i can buy a couple things for my brother. it was about seven at night when it happened. it was chilly and pretty scary. i had been hit in the head by accident and couldn't think straight . i had it in my head that we were probably gonna get shot at or something. a gang of kids at night walking around the neighborhood might seem quite sketchy to most people in other gangs for some reason.
they helped me with my brothers gifts, the wrapping, and the bag they were all placed in. we bought him multiple packs of pokemon cards, an xbox 360 game, and various packs of halo mega bloks. my girlfriend was at my house that day as well but my phone had been off the whole time so i didn't receive any of her messages nor my moms. i opened this fancy door with designs all over it carved beautifully in with love and care. as if hand made almost by a professional sculptor. the mirror on it glanced back at us and we were able to see the whole young gang waiting at the door. there's a type of paper that blocks the sight in or out of the house stuck on their by mr grandma. we knocked rouphly at the door and scream to open up the door claiming we were the colice. it was dark so no one knew that it was us until they oppened the door. i had been reacting positively by now and i was 80% okay. i handed the presents to my brother and he hugged all of us with such a big smile on his face. he had been begging for it for months without stop. he did not even know half the people he hugged but he was excited. we all built the legos together. mostly everyone their is “scary” according to most people in the world. they all ended up leaving late at night and they talked to me with so much respect as they left it sent goosebumps down my bruised spine. they told me they knew the reason i had dropped out of the gang. they said it would be fine if i still did anything with them that i used to do before. i agreed to the proposal with fright because i did not want to keep getting in trouble like i did before. i have had no problems with any of the people that have showed me respect and care for the past decade. yes, this started all off at 09’ but i have known these kids for over 10 years. they are all my family. i've known them longer than i've known my brother and sister that are younger than me. i've spent more time with them than with the majority of my cousins perhaps. a school year is around 180 days . i've known them for 10 years. 1800 days i have been with them at school plus the hundreds of times out if school. they are my family no matter what and i have never lost one bit of respect for them as who they are and i hope they havent done the same.